I was born a mason, carving stone and erecting walls
around my sacred being until my limbs grew weary.
You breached my walls, brought them down upon us,
leaving one soul to rise from the rubble, naked and proud.
Life ushered forth from the heap, growing
wild and tangled as our bodies in the sun.
We championed nature, blamed it for our struggles,
and masked our weakness with its perfection.
When we’re dancing, toe to toe, taking modest steps,
is that distance fleeting, or is it there to keep?
When we’re standing, hand in hand, bowing center stage,
be it heart in throat, or be it tongue in cheek?
When we’re lying, side by side, tasting forbidden flesh,
is it fear defeated, or is it fear complete?
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